#worm-ler

[qtipper]

"a talking worm? why yes, what else am I?"

Name: Worm-ler

Pronouns: he / it

Age: ???

Role: Mascot

Personality: Hmm, how would a worm act? a small, spiteful, judgemental and polite little creature. pretty damn strong for a worm. (he can yield weapons.)

when I say he eats everything, he eats everything. give him a chair, he'll eat that. give him a whole cabin, he'll also eat that, only if you ask nice enough.

short, short-tempered, short-term memory loss. he will not remember you for the hell of it. unless you're someone prominent to him, maybe he will!

don't provoke him, you won't see the end of it.

Likes: dirt, nature, fruits, rotten fruits, weaponry, popping out of quite literally nowhere, slithering into places he shouldn't be in.

Dislikes: you (moderately), bread, frogs, mirrors, getting into fights, being patronized, wood – it gives him splinters.

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Someone please please please please write a fic with Machine Herald Viktor and Hex Jayce (ie, post s2 timeline hopping jayvik) where Viktor uses his hexclaw to tickle Jayce,,,

OR uses his hexclaw to pin Jayce's arms so he can tickle him with his hands

I'll draw it.

[askthewanderler]

Psst! Hey! Take a look at this!

I actually own a worm on a string. His name is Whiffer.

Say hi to Whiffer!

[switchy-punk]

I made me and Corl as fluffy worms using this picrew ^_^

Edgy worm that really just wants to tickle🥺

Precious softie who deserves love and tickles💖

[basil--the--plant]

Everyone on this app is always shit posting. What if I want to heritage post. Rapunzel hair dye weed smoking girlfriends everyone clapped what about that. Have you considered? Um. The onceler? Idk

[cloudysfluffs]

just saw the beetlejuice sequel.......delores wanted to wreck that man (beetlejuice) so bad. thank you goodnight

just saw beetlejuice the musical live......btj wanted to wreck that man (adam) so bad. thank you goodnight

[intheticklecloset]

Ahh! Peppermint mochas✨I’d love 💚 Extra Mint lee bakugo and ler todoroki with a custom prompt ”naughty or nice” Happy holiday season to you! Can’t wait to read everything you come up with☺️

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

Warning: Some suggestive content, since the prompt was practically begging for it 😈

~~~

“Hey, Katsuki?”

“Mmm?” Bakugou mumbled sleepily, rubbing circles along his partner’s back. “What’s up?”

Todoroki very rarely brought out his more suggestive side, but it dripped with every word when he asked, “Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

Instantly Bakugou was awake again. He blinked at the icy-hot boy who was grinning at him from his position tucked into his side on the couch. The blonde swallowed. “The hell? How old do you think I am, five?”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

This could go one of two ways, Bakugou knew. If he said he’d been nice, not only would it be a lie, it might make Todoroki do something rather…well, nice for him. But if he said he’d been naughty…

Fighting the burn on his cheeks, he let out a halfhearted scoff and grumbled, “What if I have been bad? Then what?”

Within seconds the blonde was flat on his back on the couch, Todoroki pinning him by his shoulders and looming over him with a smirk. “Then I’d have to punish you.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou couldn’t help the way his voice came out, soft and growling at the same time. He swallowed again, his heart racing in his chest. His boyfriend was usually the quieter type, more prone to wanting cuddles than anything…like that. But every once in a while he turned the tables, and it worked every single goddamn time.

Todoroki chuckled, grasping his partner’s wrists and pushing them above his head, leaning in to kiss him before murmuring, “Don’t get comfortable. Like I said, if you’ve been bad, I’ll have to be a little mean to you.” Then – before Bakugou could quip that he could handle whatever ‘mean’ Todoroki had in him to be – the half-and-half hero plunged his fingers into his boyfriend’s armpits.

“SHIT FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!” Bakugou screamed, slamming his arms back down protectively, but it was too late. With Todoroki straddling his waist and his unfairly cold fingers in one of his worst ticklish spots, all the blonde could do was cackle and kick helplessly. “YOU AHAHAHAHAHASSHOLE THIS ISN’T WHAHAHAHAHAHAT I THOHOHOHOHOHOUGHT YOU MEHEHEHEHEANT!!”

Todoroki merely chuckled along with him as he kept up his assault, eyes bright with excitement that he simply couldn’t hide. He loved making Bakugou lose control like this.

“It’s not a punishment if you enjoy it, now is it, Katsuki?” he teased, worming his fingers down to that death spot at the base of his armpits, just above his ribs.

Bakugou positively keened with laughter, gasping for breath even as he cursed, “YOU SOHOHOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHIHIHITCH!! I’LL GEHEHEHEHEHET YOU FOR THIHIHIHIHIHIHIS!!”

Todoroki pressed a quick kiss to his jaw. “Maybe this will encourage you to be a little nicer next year, baby~”

[ticklystuff]

Day 30: Paint (Beautiful Red)

a/n: ler!boothill, lee!argenti — from the ticklecrowber2024 list!

———

"Which one is this one?"

"Green, of course."

Boothill shook his head at the confidence behind the answer, grinning as he placed the brush aside on the coffee table, allowing the thin droplets of paint to drip from the tip. "The paint is red. Ya really can't see it at all?"

"That's not quite how it works," Argenti smiled, his voice unwavering. "Colorblindness is not the same as absence of color. Rather, certain colors will look off to me compared to others."

"Well, I'll be darned," Boothill chuckled, shifting his body to face the knight. "Yer version of beauty ain't even the right one, then."

Argenti scoffed, looking Boothill straight in the eye, as if personally offended. "Quite the contrary. Are you not familiar with the phrase 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'? There are many versions of beauty to consider and none are lesser than the other, just like my version of red is no worse than yours. For me, a beautiful red might mean the freshly sprouted leaves at the early dawn of spring, the slices of cucumber in a refreshing glass of water, even the scarf wrapped around your neck that you wear so well. What to you is a beautiful red, my dear cowboy?"

Boothill's mouth hung slightly agape, his brain struggling to process the array of words that was just thrown at him. "Err, I suppose when I think of red—"

"Beautiful red."

"Red," he insisted, leaning in to press a finger against Argenti's chest, "is the first thing I see when my bullet pierces right through my target's chest."

Argenti smiles, unphased. "And?"

"And?" Boothill stumbled over his own thoughts, unsure of how to answer the follow-up. Why was he expected to put so much thought into this?

"What is a beauti-"

"Alright, I get it, I get it!" Boothill huffed, before inhaling, wrangling his thoughts together. "When I think of red," he paused momentarily, shifting his eyes between Argenti and his open palm, his fingers curling nervously, before reaching forward and lifting a lock of Argenti's hair, allowing a few strands to spill in between his fingers, showing Argenti his answer, "I think of this here. Your darned hair that I can see all the way from another galaxy."

"And?"

"God!" Boothill's eye twitched, seething through his teeth. "What more do you want me to say?!"

"Just one more," Argenti nodded, awaiting an answer.

Boothill clicked his tongue irritatedly, peering past Argenti's figure, only to shift his gaze downward, sighing as he spoke. "You won't like my answer."

"I won't like your answer or you don't like your answer?" Argenti scoffed with a smile. "For I appreciate all forms of beauty."

"Well, if you insist," Boothill muttered, leaning forward again in hesitation, taking in a brief glance of the confusion crossing Argenti's face as his hands placed themselves around his waist, applying gentle pressure to the surface. He observed as Argenti's expression shifted from perplexed to a soft smile, his lips quivering into an upturn as Boothill's fingers began scribbling away, forcing the first bouts of laughter from the knight.

"I-I don't understahahahand!" Argenti bellowed, yet his laughter was easy on the ears, almost enjoyable as it rang throughout the room.

"When I think of red," Boothill began softly, his fingers worming under Argenti's arms as the knight clutched his sides in self-defense, "I think of how you look.. when I do this and well, how red your cheeks become."

"I-I ahahahaheheheahahaha!" The two fell to the floor as Argenti threw his head back, succumbing to the fingers that explored his upper body, giving Boothill full control. And the more he continued, the tinter Argenti's face grew, transitioning from a soft pink to rose red, just the way Boothill liked it.

"There, ya see?" Boothill removed his hands, allowing Argenti to breathe. "Red.. like your face."

Argenti sat back up, brushing the disheveled locks of hair behind his shoulder, clearing his throat, as he faced Boothill once more. "Thank you, my dear cowboy."

"Yer thanking me?" Well, that certainly wasn't what Boothill was expecting.

"Yes," Argenti smiled, placing a hand to his chest, "for allowing me to envision your kind of beautiful red."

"Err," Boothill scratched the back of his head awkwardly, unsure how to answer, only to nod. "Sure, anytime."

[gingerlee-holds]

I feel bad for popping a request in ☠ anyway

If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,

Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)

oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong

i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-

the reader is sorta a brat lol

Like Poetry

Words: 2,334 Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!

You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town. 

You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.

Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people. 

You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.

“Hi!” you said chipperly. 

He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”

Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”

You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal. 

“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.

You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”

“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”

The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”

You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile. 

“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.” 

“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.

“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away. 

You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again. 

But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”

“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.

He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”

Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’ 

You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself. 

“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it. 

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.

“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were. 

“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter. 

“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.

You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy. 

“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table. 

Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”

“Yes.”

“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”

Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening. 

“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them. 

He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!

“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.

“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”

Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.

Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail. 

You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different. 

“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.

“For the tea?”

“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly. 

“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement. 

You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.” 

Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience. 

Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully. 

“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!” 

“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness. 

Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”

“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”

You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”

With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”

With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles. 

Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”

“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.

And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs. 

[luff2]

Hoi! Any hcs for Lee/Ler Lucifer? I haven’t seen that many tickle hcs for him yet!

Indeed! I do <33

LEE:

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW TICKLISH THIS MAN IS

He’s almost like the most ticklish demon EVER.

Charlie definitely tried tickling him a when she was a kid when she saw her dad upset or overwhelmed.

Lucifer is a massive hider when it comes to tickle fights!

He 100% definitely loves getting tickled but he’s such a bad liar when he says he doesn’t.

His wings… OH HELL… Having six of them makes it unbearable for him to resist the urge of laughing.

Like if you tried to tickle all of them at the same time I guarantee he’ll be squirming like a worm.

But be careful bc his wings can flap rapidly when you tickle them. But being the gentle king he is he tries not to hurt his Ler.

LER:

Very gentle with his Lee.

He doesn’t go hard with his tickles. He simply goes fast and slow.

He LOVES to tease his lee.

“Oh, is this your tickle spot~? What about here? Here!? EVERYWHERE?!” Or “Coochie, coochie, goo~! The tickle monsters got you!”

Lucifer DEFINITELY has tickled his daughter when she was little.

Uses his six wings to trap and tickle his lee.

Can trick them into a hug and start to wreck his lee.

He stops whenever you want him to.

Makes ducks for tickling from time to time.

Ig that’s all I got! These were fun to write! <33

[revisedthe3rd]

welcome to my TEDtalk. today, we will be discussing: Ghost Tickles!

Ghost tickling is a very important tool, for a ler. Not every lee is affected by it, and some, only under certain conditions, but when it works? It's invaluable. Because the thing is: you can't defend yourself, from it.

Hands, fingers, tools, you can block them allll day long, if your arms are free. But ghost tickles? Not. Happening. It cuts through your defense like a feather through your will not to laugh, assaulting whatever spot the ler teased you about regardless of what your hands do.

If a ler says they're going to, oh, I don't know... Knead your ribs, or scribble across your tummy, you're probably going to curl up a little, right? But you'll still feel it. Even if you drown some of it out by applying pressure, you're not escaping eeeevery phantom poke, or drag, or scritch, or squeeze.

You could be halfway across the world, but if a ler says they're gonna worm their fingers under your arms, your only defense is not being weak to teases in the first place, and if you are, well. Good luck.

[jeonginsdiary]

- Backstage

- Lee! Seungmin | Ler! Jeongin

—————

Seungmin and Jeongin were teasing each other again. Nothing out of the ordinary. The older had obviously started it, making a snarky comment towards the maknae who obviously bit back with a sassy remark, or a punch to the brunet's shoulder.

Normally, Seungmin would react with a dramatic outburst, or a punch back to the maknae. But this time was different.

As the two were in the backstage room, waiting to perform their newest song, District 9, Seungmin made one of his playful insults yet again. In retaliation, the youngest stuffed his fingers into the crook of the other's neck. He wasn't really expecting much, maybe an over exaggerated yell of pain, but instead he was met with a gasp as the older pressed his shoulder to his ear. I.N was surprised when the boy went completely silent, not even throwing another playful jibe. In confusion, Jeongin merely pushed his fingers in further, shocked with what he heard in return.

A slew of high pitched giggles made its way out of Seungmin's mouth as he kept his shoulders scrunched up tightly. "Stohohop tickling mehehehehehe!” He grabbed onto the maknae's wrist and pulled, trying to get those devious fingers out of his neck.

Jeongin allowed the older to pull his hand away, staring at said boy with wide, incredulous eyes. “Wait, hyung’s ticklish!?” The maknae blurted out.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Seungmin shrugged, gasping when he was suddenly pushed to the ground.

The youngest sat comfortably on the brunet’s waist. “But just how ticklish are you..?” He asked with an evil grin plastered to his face.

“W-wait!” The older stuttered. “G-get off of me you brat! I swear I’ll get you f-fohohohor thihihihis!” The moment he felt fingers tickling his sides, he crumbled into a heap of giggles.

I.N just ignored him, pressing his thumbs into the boy’s lower sides and rubbing in circular motions, causing Seungmin to choke on a squeal. “GAH! Nohohohohohoooo!” He shoved at the maknae’s arms but couldn’t seem to dislodge those tickling fingers from his torso.

“Where are you most ticklish?” Jeongin asked, trying to worm his fingers into Seungmin’s armpits, but finding it difficult due to the older’s clamped arms. “That’s not fair! Let me in!”

“Nohohoho get ohohohoff of me! I’ll tell Chahahannie hyuhuhuhuhung!!” The boy cried, trying to wiggle out of the maknae’s tight grip.

As if on cue, Chan just so happened to be walking by the two while on his way to get his stage makeup done. “Getting him good?” He asked like a proud dad, causing both Seungmin and Jeongin to perk their heads up. At this distraction, the youngest was able to shove his fingers up the vocalists armpits, satisfied with the shriek the other produced.

“AGH! CHAHAHANAHAHAN HYUHUHUHAHAHAHA TEHELL HIM TO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Seungmin cackled out, bucking his hips up and twisting from side to side under his attacker.

The leader grinned at the scene. “Just don’t kill him.” He smiled at the two maknaes before making his way towards the stylists.

“NOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHON’T LEHEHEHEHEAVE! YOU HAVE TO HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEAHAHA!!” Seungmin yelled, panic in his eyes. He shook his head violently, arms still glued to his sides as Jeongin continued to wiggle and dig into his sensitive pits. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!” He screamed, and the sheer volume of it finally convinced the younger to pull his hands out from under the boy’s arms.

“Oh god you’re so ticklish. Was that your worst spot?” The boy asked innocently, causing Seungmin’s face to heat up.

“N-no but it’s pretty bad…” The brunet was embarrassed to say the least, especially when I.N’s eyes lit up with excitement.

He scanned the older’s body. “Then where is it?” He grinned before experimenting a little. He poked the upper part of the boy’s ribs.

“Is it here?”

Seungmin flinched and gave a small giggle, but other than that there were no major reactions.

“Here?” This time Jeongin poked the lower part of the vocalist’s ribs, making him jolt rather aggressively. “Ooh good spot?” Said boy teased before taking two of his fingers and pushing them into the area where Seungmin’s ribs started on each side.

The boy jerked upwards, high pitched laughter spilling out of him immediately. “Wahahahahait! Gehehet ohohohoffAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” His hysterics increased when the maknae massaged his thumbs into the area.

“Ooh, so the thumbs always get you,” The younger teased, “How bad would it be if I did this in your armpits instead?” I.N lifted his fingers from the brunet’s ribs, looking for a way he could get into the older’s underarms.

Seungmin absolutely freaked. “Really bad! Please don’t! Nonononono! It’s gonna tickle too much Jeongin, please!!”

Now, I.N knew it would be impossible to make the poor boy willingly lift his arms. He had already tried a variety of tactics, like poking into the brunet’s sides, or tasering his lower ribs again, or giving a quick squeeze to his kneecap, which was by far the most effective. The only problem was that Jeongin couldn’t whirl around fast enough before Seungmin’s hands were protecting his armpits again. “Ugh, you’re impossible.” The maknae groaned, pulling a smug smile from the boy under him.

Oh how he was determined to wipe that smirk off the older’s face.

Without thinking, the youngest stuffed his fingers back into Seungmin’s neck, making said boy scrunch up as he tried to protect both sides of the area. “Stahahahahahap itttt! Yohou’re ticklish hehehere too you knohohohohow! How wohould you feheheel if I dihid this to yohohohohohohou!”

Jeongin just grunted in anger. He knew he was incredibly ticklish on his neck, he didn’t need reminding! Frustratedly, he buried his wiggling fingers deeper into the area just above Seungmin’s collar bones. That spot seemed to get the brunet the best.

On the other hand, the tickling was getting harder and harder to handle for the older. No matter how much he scrunched up or squeezed his eyes shut, it just wasn’t enough. The maknae was already too deep into his neck and his efforts to protect himself only seemed to make it tickle worse. “GEHEHEHET OUT OF THEHEHEHERE! I’m beheing seheheheherious!!” The vocalist yelled. But his helplessness only seemed to motivate the attacker to continue.

“Stop me then.” The younger deadpanned, trying to get further into the boy’s neck despite the brunet’s efforts to block him.

Seungmin could feel the maknae trying to wiggle his fingers deeper in and oh boy did it tickle. In a moment of weakness, the victim forgot all about covering his sensitive underarms. “Okahayokayokahahahahayyy!!” He reached up to grab at the boy’s wrists, his laughter squeaky and nearly silent.

“Gotcha!” Jeongin cheered, rapidly shoving his thumbs into Seungmin’s hollows and kneading the area roughly.

Seungmin went ballistic. “GAH!! NOHOHOHOHOHO STOP!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA I SAID STOHOHOHOHOPAHAHAHA!!”

“Aww looks like someone can’t handle having their armpits tickled~” I.N cooed, laughing at Seungmin’s violent thrashing and squirming.

The older could only throw his head back in response, laughter being the only sound coming from his mouth. He tried desperately to lift the younger’s hands, or shove his own fingers under Jeongin’s tickling ones, but nothing seemed to work. “I HAHAHAHAHAHATEHAHAHAHAHA—” His voice cut out and his hysterics went silent and he resorted to shaking his head and bucking up as much as he could.

“You hate what?” Jeongin teased, deciding to stop his tickling in hopes of keeping the older alive before their stage. “You hate… me?” He emphasized the me with a poke to the other’s tummy, just below his belly button.

“GYAH!!” Seungmin jerked to the side and grabbed onto the maknae’s wrists. “Nonononono! Okayokay you got me! I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never make fun of you ever again!” The boy tried bargaining with the younger, but unfortunately for him, Jeongin had his mind made up.

“Oh you just gave yourself away~” The youngest smirked, lifting the brunet’s shirt up just enough to expose his whole stomach, then taking all ten of his fingers he carefully poked them into his lower tummy to test the waters.

And Seungmin absolutely screamed. “AGHHH!! WAHAAAAAIT!!”

"Does this even count as tickling? I’m barely touching you!” I.N exclaimed before vibrating his fingers into the boy’s v-line.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The vocalist’s face went red at the ridiculous sounds escaping his lips. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Seungmin tried to beg but could barely get any words out, instead clawing at the maknae’s arms in desperation.

Jeongin laughed along with the boy, finding this situation way more entertaining than he should have. For fun, he stuck his pointer finger into Seungmin’s belly button, expecting the area to be less sensitive to give the boy a breather.

Instead he was met with the loudest, most high pitched screech he had ever heard from the older. Even the maknae flinched at the sound, but nonetheless continued to wiggle a finger into the boy’s navel. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you scream like that before!” He teased.

Seungmin had to admit, he was rather grateful when his laughter turned silent. I mean, it was better than I.N hearing the humiliating noises that would have been produced otherwise. But still, it tickled like crazy!

Jeongin was still laughing at the boy who was arching his back as high as he could, before slamming it back down when the youngest would push further in. As if he didn’t know I.N would wiggle deeper in again, Seungmin would proceed to arch his back once more and this process would repeat over and over again. Said boy’s legs kicked wildly as he intentionally kneed Jeongin in the back repeatedly.

“Ouch hyung, that hurts!” The maknae would whine, and poke Seungmin’s outstretched tummy in punishment. Again causing the brunet to come crashing down from his arched position. All the strength in his body was long gone and the boy had resorted to wrapping his hands around I.N’s wrist, too weak to pull that singular finger out.

“Stray Kids, you’re up in five!” One of the staffs called from another room.

The poor boy’s laughter came back for a split second and it was wild and squealy. “WEHE HAHAHAHAHAVE TO—AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! GOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! JEHEONGIHIHAHAHAHA—!!”

Jeongin finally took pity on his hyung, climbing off of his hips and fixing the older’s ridden up shirt.

“Whahat is wrohong with you! That’s noho way to treat your ehelders. I almost died you know!” The boy panted between leftover giggles.

I.N just laughed and helped the boy up as they made their way towards the stage. When they looked around, there were staff members trying to hide their giggles, or giving Seungmin empathetic smiles.

“What’s going on? Why are they doing that?” The brunet whispered to the younger. Jeongin shrugged, and the two were waved over by the rest of their members who were about ready to head to the stage.

Changbin made eye contact with the two, smiling mischievously. “We heard it all you know.” He grinned, the rest of the boys all mocking Seungmin’s hysterical laugh, and some even mimicking his “Jeongin I’m serious!”, “I said stop!” or some sort of variation. The second youngest’s cheeks turned a bright red as he smacked the maknae across the back hard.

In response, Jeongin poked both of his pointer fingers into the boy’s lower tummy, pulling a squawk from the vocalist and another onslaught of laughter and teasing from the rest of the members.

—————

i said i was gonna write about how the member’s found out about eachother being ticklish didn’t i😉 i accidentally posted this when it was a rough draft and i swear the private post button disappeared so i had to screenshot the request i’m sryyy😞😞

also i changed the ler from skz to jeongin so i hope that’s ok with the anon but i doubt they’ll even read this cus the request is from like last year…😭

tbh i haven’t written since i posted that last hyunjin fic and i just randomly started writing this last night omg😭😭 but i hope u guys like this idk i think it’s cuteeee

[hearted-anon]

Mr Rich Man

Words: 1075

Notes: for @hi-im-1niki1-minaj333mwah love you <3

T/w: none, all soft tickling

Lee: Know

Ler(s): Jisung and Felix

Lee Know sighed beside the brownie boy as the beeps of the recording sounded throughout the dorms, failing to get the steps to this Tiktok again. Felix snickered beside him, trying his utmost best to get him to at least like the music in the background, but it was much more difficult than it seemed. After all, who would like this stupid annoying cat song continuously playing in his ears like a cartoon intro?

Jisung frowned behind the camera as his head cracked for ways to make this more enjoyable than it was, watching the cats struggle in front of him as their moves went out of coordination, their aegyo would feel too forced or they just simply forgot to start on time. Humming in thought, he eventually settled for faking some funny scenarios from the top of his head.

Right in the middle of their filming.

Abruptly, their moves paused as they watched the quokka pretend to fence in the background, before bursting into laughter. Their backs bended forwards as their fists clenched trying to hold in their laughter, reaching for the pause button to end their embarrassing bout of laughter. But as Jisung aided them in ending another failed shot, he noticed Felix’s eyes settled on Minho’s through his chuckles.

“W-What?” Lee Know got out through ragged breaths, noticing two pairs of sunshine-like eyes boring into him, sending a shiver of anxiety down his spine. Was he not meant to laugh? Had he done something wrong yet again?

“I want to hear that laugh again, come here hyung!” Felix yelled like a war cry before pouncing onto the older kitten, securing his place on his thighs. He craved- no, needed, that rich laughter he swore that could heal all his wounds immediately. Jisung, as curious as he was, waddled over to the duo where a very feisty cat was struggling to push the brownie boy off; he had his mind set on that goal and was going to achieve it, no. matter. what.

“G-Get away from ME! F-Fehehelix!” Minho shrieked, before fingers descended onto his stomach, tensed up into a row of abs that were practically begging to be wrecked. Squeezing and poking along the muscles softly, the Aussie’s eyes widened at the precious laughter and soft giggles that poured from the cat’s mouth, more than adoring it. Han eventually made his way over, squeezing his fingers into the oldest of the trio’s neck to wiggle and gently scribble along it.

“So cute! Why haven’t you told us you can laugh like this?!” Jisung fawned, eyes softening in love for the older’s laugh, deep and almost like it was rich in love and everything he could ever look for in life; the sunshine duo definitely planned on doing this more often. Meanwhile, the poor dancer was unable to find a singular exit out, cheeks beginning to redden under the continuous soft tickles.

“S-Stahahap it! Yohohou brahahats- eheheh!” Minho whined, covering up his stomach while his shoulders glued themselves to his ears. However, the sunshines simply opted for finding other spots to torment, Lix’s tiny fingers worming themselves through the kitten’s arms to his sides, poking and scratching the area ever so gently. Jisung scratched at the nape of his neck, blowing cold air into his ear to earn a hiccup.

“Nah ah ah~ That laughter is too cute to stop just yet~” Jisung taunted, whispering right into the oldest’s sensitive ears to watch them burn a bright red. They watched as if they were in love with the cat they had caught with all the noises they were hearing, the usually stoic cat now reduced to heaps of sweet, almost sugary giggles as they would put it; they were addicted to it and would never not be able to get enough of it.

“We aren’t brats, we love you hyung~” Felix cooed, leaning down to nuzzle his head against the oldest, earning a panicked snort. Just like that, they both froze in their tracks, staring down at the reddening dancer. It was rare to ever see him blush this hard under anyone younger than him, usually only giving into his fate when a sneaky leader would come to hunt him down; which more than often he avoided.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Lee Know barked, almost…upset that they stopped. A pout began to form on his lower lip, brows furrowing before his fists tugged and pulled at the Aussie’s fingers on his sides, which had completely frozen from the pig-like snort. Jisung too, had quit his gentle yet torturous assault on the poor boy, making him take his tantrum even further. As if they could read his mind, the sunshines smirked towards each other telepathically.

“You want us to continue?” Jisung chimed, with a knowing smile on his face. Although Minho knew they were genuinely trying to reassure him of his boundaries; they knew how sensitive and upset the cat could be when his boundaries were overstepped, he continued to pout, feeling his heart sink when the fingers refused to move. Taking in a deep sigh, Felix pinched up and down his sides once more, earning another adorable snort when Han massaged his shoulder blades.

“Ahahah- I-It tickles!” Minho whimpered, stamping his feet onto the wooden floor in a futile attempt to relieve the joyous sensations he loved so much. The sunshines hearts melted at this, what wasn’t to like about a grumpy cat being cheered up with smiles, snorts and giggles?! Leaning in, their heads clashed slightly as they nuzzled around in the oldest’s neck, pulling him to sit up to allow easier access.

“Really? How much from 1 to 10?” Felix teased with a soft smile.

“Are you happy now hyung?” Jisung inquired with a dimpled grin.

“Tehehehen! Y-Yehehes! Eek!” Minho could just feel his face practically being set on fire, the tender fingers that made sure his body was handled as if made of glass melting his entire mind; he couldn’t even register those words into his puddle of a brain that whatever the sunshines were spewing were meant to fluster him. Seeing that they have very much killed their hyung’s ability to think, both Jisung and Felix let up, rubbing at his chest and back in soothing circles as the cat laid still, only that same, deep, rich and happy laughter flowing from his mouth mindlessly.

“How about we try that Tiktok again now that you’re smiling hyung?”

[hearts444innie]

sleepless?

Lee: Felix ☀️

Ler Chan 🐺

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

It was 9 pm and all the members were getting ready to sleep some were already tucked into slumber except one…now it was always easy for Felix to sleep fast but this night he just couldn’t get himself to sleep he really wanted to but he just couldn’t which really frustrated him, he kept tossing and turning and even changing the pillow to the cooler side! But nothing worked. Chan got up to go get a glass of water and as he passed by the sunshine boys room he could hear the boy whining a bit which concerned Chan so he quietly peeked open the door seeing the boy tossing and turning…he slowly walks over and softy spoke to the frustrated tired boy.

“Felix? You good?”

Felix opened his eyes to the sound of chans voice

“Y-yeah I just can’t sleep..”

Chan smiled a bit “do you need help I think I know a way”

Felix agreed wondering what could help him

Chan pulled Felix into a cuddly hug as they lay in the bed

“What’s going to help me?”

“You’ll see sweetie”

He wormed one of his arms out and placed it on Felix’s back and Felix flinched a bit as his back was a very sensitive area but Chan didn’t know so Felix doesn’t want him to know,

He played it off saying that his hand was cold

Chan rubbed Felix’s back softy making Felix almost falling asleep

Almost.

He felt his hyung’s hand tracing small circles around almost to close

To the sensitive parts of his back giving him a ticklish sensation Felix shook a bit and Chan noticed

“Why are you shuffling around? Am I doing his wrong?”

“N-No it’s just that…it’s nothing I guess I’m really sleepless”

After a while Felix had his eyes close while dying on the inside also thinking Chan wouldn’t notice but Chan was very aware and decided to say something about it

“It’s tickling you isn’t it cutie”

Felix froze not wanting to make eye contact

“Y-Yeah…just a bit” his face went a deep shade of red he actually liked it

“Want me to keep going I’ll be gentle”

“Yeah..”

Chan gently makes small ticklish circles all over the boys back

“Ahaha kehehp ghohoing”

“Gosh your too cute” Chan softy smiled

“dohohont say thahat”

“Why not? Does it make it worse~”

“Yehehs”

Chan continues to softy tickle the sunshine boys back and went places that raised Felix’s laugh

“NOHOHO NAHAHAHAHA WHAHAIT-“

Felix tried covering his face on the pillow

“Shhh Lix you’ll wake up the others”

Chan said with a smile knowing Felix can’t keep it down

“I cananat ihehets not fair hyung”

“Well if you can’t keep it down then you won’t get your tickles”

“I’m trying hyung-NO STOHOHOP”

“PLEHEHEASE NAHAHA I CANT SLOW DOWN”

Felix choked out and tried his best he really did but something about chans nails made it worse

“STAHAHAHAHAP IT PLEASE I CANT”

Felix began to grew tired his body paralyzed just laying there accepting it

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE OKAY OKAY IM DONE PLEASE”

“So did that help?”

“You said it was soft that wasn’t soft” Felix said rolling his eyes

“Not my fault your back is so sensitive”

“Whatever I’m tired.”

They went to sleep and on the other side of the door stood jisung who was smiling after hearing everything…he would definitely use this as an advantage for later on

[mystwrites]

hi congrats on 200 followers!! 🥳

May I request Lee! Megumi and ler! Gojo? (JJK) And the sentence starter shall be 🍉! And the activity 🎮 (video games)

Tysm! And be sure to stay hydrated!!

200 Followers Event is still open! (🍉&🎮 are no longer an option now)

With Nobara and Maki both sick, there was no way they all were going to get together for another training day having all been in close contact the day prior. With Yuji and Inumaki also feeling slightly under the weather and no training or classes, the group all decided to check out a new game they heard of.

“Alright! Last Train Out of Wormtown! Let’s go!” Yuji exclaimed.

“Who’s the worm?” Nobara asked.

“Looks like Inumaki and I are the worms.” Maki said.

“Tuna!” Inumaki added.

“Great! Let’s go!” Megumi concluded, the game in full swing.

The graphics were horrible in Megumi’s opinion. It all looked poorly done but he also thought that the overall idea of gathering coal to get the train up and running, blowing up train cars blocking the tracks and trying to survive against sand worms was intriguing.

After fifteen minutes of playing, the game was actually rather fun. Megumi loved the thrill of nearly getting eaten by the sand worms and having to escape if the worm caught his character. The others also were having fun, laughing whenever they juked Maki or Inumaki in the process.

Absorbed in the game, Megumi didn’t comprehend Gojo who had been doing his rounds and checking in on all the students. One of his biggest mistakes had always been not locking his door ever since Yuji and Nobara began to barge in at random hours.

Megumi flinched, realizing someone had put their hands on his shoulders. Letting out a gasp, he took off his headset and whipped around, met with Gojo’s smiling face. Grumbling, Megumi put his headset back on and turned back to his game.

“Guys…I got a problem.” Megumi said into his headset. “I have a SG (Satoru Gojo) over my shoulder.”

“Who ya talking to, Megumiiii?~” Gojo asked, kneeling to look at the computer screen. “Ooh? You playing with the first and second years?”

Megumi grunted and suddenly jerked, Gojo watching as a sand worm suddenly exploded from the sand on the screen.

“WHOAAA!!” Megumi gasped. “Ohhhhh!!! Inumaki almost got me! ITADORI MOVE YOUR ASS!!!”

Gojo hummed, tapping his chin as he tried to figure out the mechanics of this new video game Megumi was playing. He’s certainly never seen this specific game before and was interested in learning how to play. However, he knew Megumi wouldn’t include him. It wouldn’t hurt to ask though.

“Megumiiii! Teach me how to play this game!!!” Gojo pleaded, shaking Megumi’s shoulders.

“Dude! Go away!” Megumi hissed. “Yeah, sorry guys…Gojo sensei is bothering me again!”

“Meguuuumiiii!~” Gojo sang, poking Megumi’s sides. “I’m gonna tickle you until you acknowledge my request.~”

The boy glared. “Don’t you dare!”

Gojo dared and he poked his student in the center of his tummy. A growl escaped from Megumi as Gojo continued poking him and before they knew it, Megumi had forgotten about the game and was cackling, desperately shoving Gojo away as he fell off of his chair and onto the floor.

“S-stop! Ahahaa!!” Megumi cried, his headset tumbling away from him. “Thihihis is childish! Quit this nonsense!! Ahahahaa!!”

Squeezing the teen’s hips, Megumi shrieked, Gojo cackling as he continued to playfully tickle him. “Just agree to teach me how to play and I’ll stop.~”

Being stubborn, Megumi refused. This only worsened his current situation and caused Gojo to continue tickling the life out of him. Screaming, Megumi finally began to fight back, begging and pleading for Gojo to stop in hopes the others would hear what was happening and come to his aid. No such help came and he finally submitted to the tickling, gasping for air as Gojo finally released him.

“So, I’m guessing that’s a yes?” Gojo asked, squeezing Megumi’s sides.

“YES!!” Megumi squealed, laughing harder as Gojo continued to tickle him. “YES!! YES! YEHEHES!! IHIHI’LL TEHEHEACH YOU HOW TO PLAY!! STOHOHOP!!”

With all that said and done, Gojo happily took a seat on Megumi’s chair, ready to learn how to play. Grabbing his headset, Megumi readjusted the mic and began to speak to whoever was still present.

“Sorry about that guys. Gojo wants to learn how to play. Don’t go easy on him, okay?” Megumi said, smirking as Gojo gasped in offense at the comment.

A/N: Thank you for the request! Sorry it’s a little short, the semester is wrapping up now and I’m doing registration. I’ve also been watching a lot of videos of ppl playing The Last Train Out of Wormtown so that’s where this inspiration came from 😆

[gaybananabread]

Can you do Stan, Ford, and Bill (gravity falls) headcanons? If not that’s completely fine! Take your time!!

☆⑅Felony Trio Headcanons⑅⁠☆

(Stan, Ford & Bill)

~No idea if these three have an actual group name or not, but this is what I'm going with. You can't tell me they haven't committed at least one a piece, accidentally and/or on purpose. These sillies will always have a special place in my heart as one of my earlier obsessions. Thank you for requesting!~

❓Stanley💵

General:

Silly con-man gives me ler-leaning switch vibes. Loves wrecking his family, but wouldn’t mind the occasional giggle-fest.

Over the years, he’s developed the elusive “can say the t-word whenever” power, though it definitely didn’t used to be that way. Ford reminds him of that whenever it’s most annoying.

Can easily admit that he likes tickling others, but receiving it? Yeah, good luck. He’s willing to die on that hill.

Lee:

A bit rare, but he will get lee moods. He’s a “ride it out in silence” kinda guy, but Ford can sometimes catch onto his bullshit (definitely not bc he does it too what-)

If he DOES try and solve his problem, it’ll be in the most roundabout way possible. Provoking his brother, teasing his great niece and nephew until they try something, you name it. If it works, it works.

Worst spots are his armpits and the area right beneath his belly button. Enjoy watching him lose his mind if you target either one ♡

Melt spot is his ears. You can’t tell me his goofy ears wouldn’t make him giggle his heart out; he’d love every second of it.

Very gruff, choppy giggles. Sounds kinda like he’s been chain smoking, then saw the funniest thing in his life. When you really get him going, deep and rough belly laughter. Occasional snorts if you wanna kill him.

Ler:

When he gets in a ler mood, he’ll either bother his overworking brother or mess with one of the kids. Sometimes his family can tell, though he won’t normally admit anything.

Such a wonderful asshole of a ler-

Teases, smart-ass comments, horrible dad jokes, and more! Definitely the one to go to if you want a shameless wrecking.

“You’re a lil’ squeak toy, huh? I just squeeze your side and- yup, just like that.”

“Ya know, you could’ve just pushed me away by now. Don’t worry, I noticed.”

“You sure squirm a lot, don'tcha? Like a lil’ worm, could use you as fishing bait!”

“It tickles? Wow, that must really suck for you.”

Pretty good with aftercare. He'll ruffle your hair and tease you, of course, but he lets you lay on him while the TV plays. Fair trade, honestly.

👓Stanford🖋️

General:

Can you really tell me he isn't at least a little lee? After all those years with little to no comforting contact, he loves a good giggle fest.

Making his great niece and nephew laugh, though? Even better.

He doesn't always get that feeling, so I'm going lee-leaning switch.

Lee:

If you even mention it around him, he'll blush, no matter his mood. It's real bad when he's lee.

You can kinda gauge if he's in a mood by just saying the t-word (if you can, that is)

If you don't have that magic, then he's still pretty obvious in other ways.

Extra stuttering, constantly adjusting his glasses, eyes lingering on your hands, wobbly smiles. If you've got eyes, you'll be able to tell.

Will deny it at first, but it's pretty flimsy.

“I-I don't know what you're talking about. I survived the roughest interdimensional plane there is. I don't need…that.”

He falls apart the minute you wiggle your fingers at him.

Worst spots are his hips, followed by his ribs. A few squeezes to either will have him snorting up a storm.

Melt spots are his ears and the tops of his thighs. Like his brother, his ears are lovely to run a feather across for both him and the ler. He loves gentle traces on his thighs, though. Have him a melted, giggling puddle in seconds.

He loses tickle fights on purpose at least 76.4% of the time. Don’t ask me how I got that number: I just know.

Ler:

His ler moods are rare, but if he’s feeling a bit distant from his family, he’ll try and piece things with some giggles.

Soft, playful ler. He never wants to go too far, but he isn’t afraid to goof around and tease while he’s at it.

“I think I’ve got a leg up here, huh? Thanks to my extra fingers, this has gotta be at least 20% more ticklish~”

“You really do blush quite a lot. It’s pretty cute to watch.”

“As a scientist, it’s my job to conduct experiments. Let’s try now. Hypothesis: if I get your worst spot, you’ll laugh at least twice as loud as you are now. Time for the experiment~”

The moment you say stop, even if you don’t mean it, he pulls away. If you want more, you’ll have to ask him.

Pretty great with aftercare. Will absolutely cuddle you, maybe even tell some stories if you’re interested. He’s got plenty from his time in the portal, though he keeps the angstier ones to himself. Any tale he tells is almost guaranteed to make you smile.

🎩Bill💛

General:

Believe it or not, the chaotic dorito does like tickling. In fact, after him and Mabel’s interaction, they seem to randomly plague his thoughts at the most inopportune times. It goes in either direction, his moods as random as his personality.

Considering this, we’re gonna go straight-up switch.

Lee:

These moods are especially hard for the demon to satiate. His friends are insane, but none completely batshit enough to try something like tickling him. When he needs a fix, he usually has to outsource it or suffer until it goes away.

On the off chance he does outsource, he goes for one of the Pines twins. They’re hesitant to let him in, but he’s a sweet-talker. Once he’s inside, it barely takes an hour for him to provoke someone into wrecking him.

His spots vary based on the body he’s inhabiting. The one time he was tickled in his own (Weirdmageddon incident, don’t ask), he found that his hat and feet got him laughing the most.

(don’t come at me, his hat re-grew flesh when he got shot in it)

He doesn’t really have a distinct melt spot, though he loves being tickled right beneath his bowtie. It makes him kick and squirm, but it also makes him incredibly giddy.

Ler:

I’d tell you to run for your life, but it won’t do you much good.

Evil, sarcastic and rough ler. Good luck breathing o7

The kinda dude to go for all your worst spots first, and only explore the softer side if he’s wanting to spice things up.

Can and will generate any tool he feels like to wreck you (surprisingly enough, he’ll ask first)

Boundaries really need to be set before anything happens. Otherwise he’ll just go until he feels like stopping. If you look on the brink of passing out, he’ll quit, but other than that nah.

VERY teasy, with a large handful of sarcasm and sass.

“Geez, you laugh really loud when I get ya here. Mind dialing it down? I don’t wanna go deaf before I’m 20 million.”

“Ha! You snort? I’ve gotta hear that again, c’mon!”

“You’re confusing. You say ‘no, go away,’ but you haven’t even tried escaping. I’m supposed to be the crazy one here; mind explaining?”

“Wow, this is driving you nuts, huh? We’re gonna match!”

Not super great at aftercare unless you ask. He can make any snack or drink you want by snapping, and he knows some great rom-coms to doze off to (don’t ask why unless you wanna go for round two).